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[Jessica]

I'm not sure if this classifies as "game" material, but it seems like it'll be fun, if not an appropriate exercise to tackle writer's poet's block.

Basically, write a standard haiku that somehow relates to the previous haiku. You can be as literal or as interpretive as you want--by all means, go off on tangents, but try not to stray too far into unrecognizable randomness.

I prefer shorts and
A blanket in cold weather
To Chicago Junes

[M]

Jessica, this is a great idea! I love writing haiku, but I’m not very good at it.

I like to wrap up
in a suave, blanket statement
when things get chilly.

[Jessica]

Thanks! I'm glad you like my idea. Your haiku is wonderful--it's very clever.

Wraps all in quiet,
Knitted fingers gently warmed,
indebted silence.

[M]

Alex, you're alive!

[M]

You must be having a rough semester. That happens.

[Caitlan]

*


Knitting is so fun.
Clickity clackity knit.
My knitting past-time.

[Jessica]

Strip these brown fibers
From predetermined cocoons
Not unlike netting

[Jessica]

Contain our lost words
To prevent any tangling
Between Yours and Mines

[Caitlan]

*


Brushing and brushing
My seventy feet of hair
Almost takes all day

[Jessica]

I have got to do
something about this wasteful
Rapunzel leisure

[Caitlan]

*


Help us save the world
Don't be the human you are
Wantful and wasteful

[Guy]

I am full of want
And want for nothing but you
in Barcelona.

[M]

What suave, smooth haiku! Guy, that’s now one of my favorites.

She haunts the soundbox
of a melon-backed guitar
now white with years’ dust.

[Guy]

Thanks M & Al - Jessica, this is an excellent 'game'! Al what a curiously goth haiku following M's somber one.

The strand of her hair
was coiled stark red in the dawn's
new bar of white soap.

[Kimathy]

Wash away the dirt
Of the previous nights game
And wait for the next.

[Jessica]

Thanks, Guy! I'm glad you all are taking to it. :)

Cleanse this parted soul
Of its regretted children
Born yesterday's spoils

[Guy]

YW, Jessica. I've been writing haiku off and on for 30 years or so.



When I left childhood
I parted my hair sideways
to wash out regrets.

[M]

When all that’s left are
my regrets, I’ll give up rum
and French cigarettes.

[Guy]

M, this is excellent! And rhyming too. Nice.

[Caitlan]

*


Hit me with the rum,
I'll take one more glass, waiter.
Drinking like a fool.

[M]

Thank you, Guy and Alex. Nice work, Kat and Alex!

Damn the nicotine!
Full speed ahead! Ah, I see
Mossers, Iz, and Red.

[Caitlan]

*I added more XD


Thanks M :) I like yours

Blood red seeping out
Congealing on my white skin
Beautiful contrast

The sharp, loving knife
Pierces skin so tenderly
Creating contrast

Between scars and skin
Or life and lingering death
Beautiful contrast

[M]

A vampire who faints
into a poufy-sleeved swoon
at the sight of blood?

[Caitlan]

*



The big, poufy-sleeves
Accentuate my slim body
Love the Medieval

[Jessica]

Her strange silhouette
That lurks, encompasses us
When the lights turn on

[M]

Light the tall candle
that drips pale, medieval wax
in a castle room.

[M]

Nice, Jessica! (Sorry I replied to the wrong one. I'm slow.)

[Caitlan]

lol, its fine m :)

[Jessica]

Those heavy scented,
dusty Yankee aisles make
me want to vomit.

[Kimathy]

Yummy Hershey's bar
Gummi bears and sour worms
Imma be fat, yup.

(Explanation: I used to go to baseballs games a lot which meant I ate way to much candy!)

[Caitlan]

*I DONT KNOW XD lol



Man walks into bar
Man hastens out of the bar
He is one smart man

[M]

I sat, my elbows
on the slate. The barkeep growled,
“You’re out awful late!”

I downed the shot and
mentioned a name: a doe-eyed,
tall, two-timing dame.

He filled the shot glass
and set the bottle before
me on the old bar.

She was a model,
I told him, under her long
hair an ugly scar.

[Caitlan]

*Nice m :)

[M]

Thank you, Kat!


It was like a scene
from an old film flickering
on a silent screen.

[Caitlan]

*You are welcome



These cold, old bones creak
Forever, incessantly
Driving me to death

[Jessica]

I have not driven
so far from home until I
collided with you.

[M]

It was a long drive:
the ball sliced through the treetops,
bounced on the cart sheds.

[Guy]

M here's my pale imitation to your interleaved rhyming Haiku.



I was on the ball
Is what he thought when the tree
Struck him in the face.

What? Where is this place?
His brained thoughts bounced in their fall
Towards mystery.

Who am I to be?
The tree stood as quiet as grace
One hundred feet tall.

[M]

Your poems and stories often have a philosophical dimension. This one has an enticing element of ambiguity, which gives it a surreal cast. I especially like the lines “The tree stood as quiet as grace / One hundred feet tall.”

[Guy]

M, I seem to be unable to write without some kind of philosophical element creeping in. As long as they are still entertaining to some extent. This rhyming haiku thing is a curious format - I had fun getting this to go.

[Jessica]

Count the rings that cir-
-cle your your core grown old by
roots grounded, away.

[Caitlan]

*Wow, thats a lot of haiku's about trees XD



Scritch, scratch on the win-
-dow, something is trying to
invade your own mind

[Guy]

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The morning talker
Forgot to remember that
unsaid words are best.

[Guy]

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She had me in the chair
I didn't know that her name
Wasn't Chastity.

[M]

I said, “Though your name
be not Chastity, take some
off the top and sides.”

[Guy]

M, lol - I'm still smiling :-)


She looked at my sides
And off the top of her head
said "You have big ears."

[M]

She dissolved to tears,
giggling about my ears,
scissors waving past.

She snipped lightning fast.
“Watch it with the thinning shears!”
I exclaimed at last.

[M]

Salem judges asked,
“Consortest thou with demons?”
The witch was aghast.

“Would I judge a man
by his horns and his forked tail?
He shops at Neiman’s.”

[Jessica]

Yet under the irk-
some scowl and flesh-speckled teeth,
he's not unpleasant.

[Jessica]

Haha! Love it.

The turn of your arm
pulls the blanket off my chest,
yet I let you be.